Gemotions

The microwave beeped, announcing the demise of the Lean Cuisine. Sarah slammed the door shut, the plastic tray wobbling precariously on the rotating glass. Another evening, another solitary dinner in her childhood bedroom, now plastered with framed pictures of her younger self grinning obliviously. She stabbed a forkful of chicken with unnecessary force. Three months. Three months since she'd been forced to retreat back to this suffocating space, a casualty of the job market and dwindling savings. Her mother's cheerful inquiries about her job search grated on her. "Still no luck, sweetie?" The saccharine sweetness was enough to make her teeth ache.